Snow floats down slowly as if it dances to its own symphony. Oversized flakes, wavering from their normal path, drift in the slight breeze and lay upon all they touch. It is more than snow I see through the window panes. It is hope. It is peace. Above all, it is a promise of better things,Continue reading “WINTER’S BREATH: A Haibun”
“In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.” Psalm 5:3 Breathing in the morning air, I lay my requests before you. Presenting them, lifting them up To your awaiting ears – confidently, expectantly. I will wait to hear your voice, The soft whisperContinue reading “A Poetic Reflection on Psalm 5:3”
My second Haiku. I am finding these a delightful challenge, but also a beautiful reminder of God’s love.
My first attempt at a Haiku Hanging golden moon, Peering just behind the clouds – Your strength is striking.
We are a syzygy – connected by experience, aligned by pain our hearts hold. Now we float, in the only realms we can understand. Life on earth, is a distant memory.
She laughs and it makes my soul sings. The sound, forgotten and lost in her darkness, has finally found its way back. I welcome it gratefully with open arms. I close my eyes and suddenly, it’s the only sound I hear. I record the sound in my memory. I don’t want this music to end,-Continue reading “She Laughs and my Soul Sings”
I continue to walk the faithful road ahead of me, though, at times, my feet struggle to move. It is always Him who upholds when I am weary. He alone guides my direction with His loving and eternal compass. Still, other times I find myself rushing, forgetting the pace of which I am called. YetContinue reading “Walking the Faithful Road”
The warmth of the sun kisses my skin. Fields of wildflowers in bloom are noticeably fading, yet their aroma is strong and swirls around me. I sing the lyrics, “neither field nor flower escapes His notice” and I pause to breathe in those words – filling more than my lungs, It is a breath ofContinue reading “Flowers May Fall”
Reconnect and restore. Reconnect with the relationship you were built for. Reconnect with His Word. Reconnect with your inner self. Reconnect with times before. Reconnect and restore.
My mind is a messy, chaotic jumble of words. They travel in circles waiting impatiently to find their way to the page. The Holy Spirit nudges, the words pour forth and the writing restores my soul, giving me a moment to breathe again.